#1 NYT bestselling author Linda Lael Miller

Lost in Las Vegas

Well, I’m sitting on the plane flying down here on the 4th, and I get to thinking, why am I making two trips? That’s crazy.
So, when I get to the hotel, those folks are kind enough to change my reservations. I’m good right through to the 12th.
I went and did Les Kincaid’s ‘Wines and Vines’ radio show the same night I flew in, and I had a wonderful time. It’s not every radio interview, as I told Les, that provides wine and dinner during the actual show. I learned a lot and met some very interesting people.
But as my travel-addled head begins to clear, I remember–yikes! I promised my beloved editor an important piece of writing by the 9th–next Tuesday–and I don’t have my computer along, since I only planned to stay one day. So here I am in the business center at the hotel, and I’ve already done two pages of the chapter.
Trouble is, I don’t have the outline, either, so I don’t remember some of the minor characters names. As we speak, Mary Ann is searching the house, so she can fax me the info. And the business center closes at 4 pm.
Still crazy, it seems.
But I’ll get this chapter done if it kills me.
And it might.

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